"And what is so bad about tents? Or sleeping under the stars?"

Goodnight finally took a drag, slow, and offered the cigarette back as he let out a slow exhale. It seemed unnecessary to do these steps around each other, after so long. But being here - and in the company of others that knew them, to an extent - brought back old habits, it seemed. Goodnight did find some charm in the dance, a sort of on-going flirtation; but there was comfort in... comfort. Familiarity.